This is a song about "Your raps"

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

Let's have a toast for this new love

Your raps are monotonous

Switch swag on you little dick fags

You cant make a dime with your raps

Your holy raps are to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Your lines define what shit is, don't mistake them for raps

Same thing with this music

your raps are sick like an ill dick

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

My raps will rape your raps in both of their asses!